After getting our nagging roof rack problems worked out with the help of the friendly staff at REI, India and I set off on the first leg of our journey, directly west from Atlanta to Oxford, Mississippi. We gassed up before we even hit the highway, stopped for lunch a few miles from the border, and gunned it on I-20 all the way through Alabama without a stop. I still poke fun at my sister for being born in Alabama (though I should probably point the finger at my parents) and I don’t much care for the state in general. There are nice parts, but we had places to be, people to see. We traded driving duties just after the Mississippi border, and cruised through Tupelo, birthplace of the King of Rock-n-Roll on the way to the home of the creator for Yoknapatawpha county, William Faulker.
After about seven hours in the car we pulled up in front of The Ranch, new abode of gentlemen criminals Andrew Houston and Ben Buckner, just off North Lamar St. in old Oxford town. We settled in, took the tour of the premises, met Warehouse, their super-cute kitten, and enjoyed a cold High Life at the end of a long hot drive.
As Andrew saw it, we had two options for the afternoon. We could pack a picnic and take it to the grassy tree-shade of Faulker’s memorialized estate at Rowan Oak, or we could load up the cooler and head for the deep blue waters of the pool at the Old Town Hotel. As India and I had both been to Rowan Oak and were still heated up from the sunny car ride, we decided to make for the pool.